“And I will love you from your beautiful chaos to your moonlight smile.”

Take these wings and fly, I would sacrifice it all to watch you soar free.

You are the gift I will never tire of unwrapping.

How empty yet curiously heavy, my hands without yours.

And when you’re ready knock softly upon this heart, for love sleeps within.

Beauty in her chaos, and stories in her scars.

You are my dreams by day, and my every waking thought all night.

And when the rain falls come dance with me in puddles instead of drowning.

Love is free, so give it generously.

I have nothing to offer you, but an endless love and a handful of dreams.

And even in such a temporary world, my love for you will always remain.

Often the ugliest of scars are worn by the most beautiful people.

Poetry will always be my way to watch joy dance and make heartache sing.

And I will love you always, as if I ever had a choice.

I miss most of all, the very pieces of you that I never met.

Dust off your heart and let it love once more.

And I will love you completely, or I will love you not at all.

The landscape becomes human, becomes a thinking, living being within me. I become one with my picture…we merge in an iridescent chaos.

Having tried to give pattern to the chaos which lives within the pattern of your certainties, I must come out, I must emerge.

In a work of art, chaos must shimmer through the veil of order.

I prefer the hell of chaos to the hell of order.

I’ve been involved in something which was chaotic and insane. All I can say now is that I am, and intend to stay, a single man.

Life is chaotic. It’s messy. That’s what Jesus was stepping into.

Introduce a little anarchy, upset the established order, and everything becomes chaos. I’m an agent of chaos, and you know the thing about chaos? It’s fair.

Its not the chaos that brings us peace, but the uniqueness of how we make sense out of it.